


Rambling For Your Love

by Winchester_Bones



Category: Supernatural RPF
Genre: Established Relationship, M/M, Older Jared, Protective Jared, Romance, Sick Jensen, Student Jensen, Tatto Artist Jared, Younger Jensen
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2015-03-26
Updated: 2015-03-26
Packaged: 2018-03-19 17:05:39
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,620
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/3617586
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Winchester_Bones/pseuds/Winchester_Bones
Summary: <blockquote class="userstuff">
              <p>When Jensen wakes up sick, he is disappointed. Not only in the missed Chemistry test, but because he doesn't want to bail on date night. Jared had seemed more excited for this date night than any other, and Jensen was not going to be the one to cancel on account of a little head cold. And maybe a fever. When Jensen ends up over-doing it, Jared finds himself in the caretaker role. Hopefully, he can still manage to save date night.</p>
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	Rambling For Your Love

**Author's Note:**

> This story is dedicated to Supernaturally_Bonafide15. She sent me a message saying she didn't feel well. And well, then this happened. She is the best person, friend, muse, and inspiration that a schmuck like me could ask for. 
> 
> I, sadly, do not own Jared or Jensen. I am simply borrowing their names and beautiful faces for my own pleasure. 
> 
> Also, I apologize. I am a woman. With that being said, I can never get enough of sick or vulnerable Jensen. Or Jared taking care of him. 
> 
> Carry on. :)

 

Awakened by the shrill ringing of his cell phone, Jensen’s hand shot out from underneath the covers as he blindly reached for the device that was currently adding aching pains to his already pounding head. Barely managing to press the ‘Answer’ button, Jensen’s head dropped back down to the pillow. “What?”

“Well good morning to you, too, Princess. Not sure what I did to earn that kind of greeting from your normally sunny ass.” Despite feeling awful, Jensen found himself sensing a shred of guilt as the hurt voice of his best friend, Danneel, rang over the line. “What’s the matter? Didn’t you get laid last night?” Jensen groaned as he slunk further down into the comforter. As his body twisted, he felt a twinge in his ass, reminding him that he did, in fact, get laid last night.

“Honestly, Dan? Is that really any of your business?” “Oh come on, Jenny. Not all of us are as lucky as you, to have an amazingly hung, live-in boyfriend like Jared to satisfy our needs. I tell you about all of my one night stands,” Jensen heard her huff in frustration across the line. “The least you can do is return the favor.”

Jensen closed his eyes, rubbing his free hand across his forehead, trying to squelch the aching feeling that was there. “First of all, who told you that Jared is amazingly hung?”

“So he _is_! I knew it!”

“Fuck off, Dani.” Jensen pulled the covers over his head. “And why are you calling me? I’m trying to sleep over here.”

There was an exasperated sigh, as if Danneel thought she were talking to a child. “Well, I was just wondering what your grand excuse was as to why you missed the Chemistry test this morning?”

Jensen groaned. “ _Shit_!” He closed his eyes as he saw the open text book laying on the floor next to the bed. He vaguely remembered studying the night before, and then Jared had come home from work, and things had gone in a different direction than Jensen had planned. Not that he was complaining.

Hearing Danneel still asking questions through the device attached to his ear, Jensen quickly cut her off, feeling a pounding in his head as he raised his voice to talk over her. “I felt like shit when I woke up this morning. I was going to email Professor Morgan; tell him I wasn’t going to make it, but I guess I fell back asleep before I could do that.”

Danneel’s voice quickly softened at the tone of Jensen’s voice. “Oh, it’s okay, honey. I told Morgan that you were sick. He said you could email and reschedule the test sometime next week. What’s wrong with you?”

Wiping his hand across his forehead, Jensen grimaced at the sweat that came off with it, even as his body shivered and he pulled the covers up tighter. “It’s no big deal. Just a slight fever and a headache. I’ll be right as rain tomorrow.”

Jensen heard the sound of a car horn blaring before Danneel shouted- ‘ _It’s a cross walk, fucker! I have a right to walk here!_ ’ – before she returned to the phone, her voice much quieter. “Do you need anything? Want me to come over and keep you company?”

Smiling, Jensen shook his head. “Nah, I think I’ll just sleep it off until Jared gets home from work this afternoon. He had to go in early this morning, so he said he might be able to blow off a little early. I’ll be fine until he comes back.”

After several reassurances, Danneel finally agreed to leave Jensen to slumber off his sickness, and only after he promised to call her if he absolutely needed anything. After hanging up the phone, which he then turned to silent, Jensen gratefully sunk back down into the California King-sized bed that he and Jared shared. Grabbing Jared’s pillow, Jensen curled himself around it, inhaling the musky, lingering scent that was pure Jared. Closing his eyes, he breathed deeply, before quickly falling back to a deep sleep.

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Jared sighed as his third call to Jensen’s phone went to voicemail. He knew that his boyfriend had had a chemistry test that morning, but he should have been finished with that long ago. Hitting the ‘End Call’ button on the screen, Jared placed the phone back on the cluttered desk in his office. As they moved over his desk, his long fingers grazed across the framed picture of him and Jensen that sat on the corner of the mahogany top. The picture had been taken the summer before, and Jared smiled at the image of him and Jensen, wrapped in each other’s arms, lounging on the pier of the lake that surrounded Chris’ cabin.

After sneaking out of the house on his 18th birthday to get his first tattoo, an intricate Celtic knot in the middle of his upper back, Jared had found himself fascinated by the art of tattooing. He had attended Texas State University, majoring in Art and Graphic Design. And now, nine years, twelve tattoos, a diploma, and an apprenticeship later, Jared found himself the proud owner of Optic Art. The shop was a tattoo and piercing company that was housed in a cozy building in downtown Austin.

Jared had met Jensen Ackles on a rainy Thursday evening, when the then-drunken man had stumbled into his shop, slurring his words and demanding a tattoo that was sure to cause regret in the morning. Jared had talked the beautiful man out of the impending mistake, and had sobered him up, offering a tattoo on the house if he ever decided to come back sober. When Jensen had shown up a week later, Jared had made good on his promise, and Jensen had left the shop, nursing a sore shoulder that now housed a dragon, his tail wrapping around to curl down Jensen’s bicep.

Jared felt his cheeks blush as he thought back to the night before. He had slowly traced along each line of the now multiple tattoos that marked Jensen’s back, causing the younger man to shiver at his touch. Though Jared was four years his senior, Jensen often made him feel as if he was younger than the sometimes-serious, physical therapy college student that Jared had fallen in love with on that very first Thursday evening.

Jared looked up as he heard a knock on his door. He offered a wave, smiling at Chris, one of the other main artists in the shop. “Hey, man. What’s up?”

Chris smiled, pulling his hair back into a low-hanging bun. “Just wanted to let you know that your 11:30 is here. She’s talking to Misha though, so you might want to get out there before he has her doing yoga in the middle of the shop like his last customer. Is he seriously on the payroll?”

Jared snorted. “I’m not even sure. I think he just showed up one day and never left.” He stood up, brushing his hands on his ripped jeans. Glancing once more at his phone, he frowned. The gesture did not go unnoticed by Chris.

“Dude, what’s up?”

Jared shook his head. “I’m sure it’s nothing. I just can’t catch Jensen on the phone. He was still sleeping when I left this morning because I had to come in early to do some inventory. I just wanted to see if we were still on for our date tonight.”

Chris clapped Jared on the shoulder as the two made their way back out into the shop. “Don’t worry, boss. Jensen loves you. He isn’t going to miss out on a chance to spend even more time with you.” Chris growled in mock annoyance. “I swear you two are attached at the hip.”

Jared smiled. “Yeah, I got pretty damn lucky with him.” His attention was quickly drawn to the middle of the shop, where Misha was trying to bend their newest customer into a certain position. “Damnit, Mish!”

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Jensen groaned as he sat up, his hair sticking up in several different directions. Feeling his nose twitch, he quickly grabbed for a Kleenex on the bedside table, covering his face just in time as a sneeze racked his body. Wiping his nose, he threw the used tissue into the trash before grabbing for his phone. He cursed slightly as he saw he had three missed calls and a text message from Jared.

_‘Sorry I left you in this bed this morning. Miss you already. Can’t wait for our date tonight. Love you!’ ___

“Damn it,” Jensen moaned out loud. He had completely forgot that tonight was date night. With Jared busy running the shop and Jensen’s crazy class schedule and the odd nights he picked up at the coffee shop down the street where he served as a barista, the two often found it hard to have a night to themselves. The date nights they had planned had been a blessing. The boys were able to go out and do something, whether it be a movie, a club, or a nice dinner.

As the pounding continued in Jensen’s head, he immediately felt guilt. Jared had been looking forward to this date night more than usual. And Jensen didn’t want to cancel and disappoint him just because of a little cold. If he could just pull himself out of bed, maybe make it to the shower. He could warm himself up; get a little color back to his cheeks.

Kicking off the big comforter, Jensen groaned as the cold air attacked his legs. Slowly slinging his legs over the side of the bed, he sat up before gingerly standing and making his way towards the bathroom. Turning on the water, Jensen undressed as he waited for the water to reach a near-scalding level. He shivered as he felt the first contact of water on his skin. Pressing his palms against the shower wall, Jensen sighed as the hot water soaked into his muscles, providing him a small sense of relief. “You can do this. This is for Jay.”

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Jared held the bouquet of brightly colored wildflowers underneath his arm as he unlocked the door of their apartment. His last appointment had been a no-show, and Jared had been more than happy to skip out of the shop a little early. Hearing no noise coming from inside their home, Jared frowned. Jensen’s beat-up Chuck Taylor’s were still sitting next to the door, so he knew his lover couldn’t have strayed very far. Moving into the kitchen, Jared grabbed a vase from the top shelf, filling it with water before placing the flowers inside. Setting the vase on the island where Jensen would be sure to see it, Jared gave it a nod of approval before moving back down the hall that led to their bedroom. “Jensen?”

As Jared entered the bedroom, he smiled as he saw Jensen, freshly showered and apparently asleep on the bed. Jensen was wearing a black t-shirt over a gray Henley. His faded jeans were pulled up but unbuttoned, and Jared could just see the bottom of the tattoo that he himself had put on Jensen’s lower abdomen. As Jared trekked toward the bed, he frowned as he realized how pale Jensen looked. Gripping him on the shoulder, Jared gave the younger man a small shake. “Jen?”

“Wha?” Jensen snorted as his eyes slowly opened, a small smile gracing his face when he saw Jared. “Hey, Jay. You’re early?”

Jared leaned forward, pressing his lips softly against Jensen’s. “What can I say? I’ve been waiting all day just to do that.” Pushing another kiss onto the smaller man’s lips, Jared smiled before pulling back. “All I’ve thought about all day, is your lips. And how they were going to feel when I finally got to touch them again.”

Jensen moaned slightly, as his hand reached up, his fingers entangling with Jared’s. Their kiss deepened, each man fighting to gain dominance as their lips and tongues mashed together. Jared pushed against Jensen’s chest, pulling back from the kiss while breathing heavily. “God, babe. We gotta stop. It’s date night, remember?”

Jensen pursed his lips together, pouting at Jared as he patted the bed beside him. “Why don’t we just have date night right here?”

Jared shook his head. “Nope. Sorry, Ackles.” He stood up, slapping Jensen lightly on the thigh. “We’ve got reservations.” Stripping off his t-shirt, Jared moved toward the bathroom. “I’m just gonna shower quick and then I’ll be ready to head out.”

Letting out a sigh, Jensen heaved himself off of the bed as he heard the water turn on. With as slow as he was moving today, he had probably better start to gather his jacket and wallet before finding his shoes. As he neared the doorway, Jensen stumbled a little, catching himself on the door. He shook his head to clear it. Finding his jacket thrown across the couch, Jensen slid into it. He slipped on his Chuck Taylor’s, and placed his wallet into his back pocket along with his phone. He looked up as he heard Jared shuffling down the hall. To Jensen, it was something special that even after three years, Jared still caused him to have butterflies every time he saw him.

Jared caught Jensen staring and blushed. Running his fingers through his still-wet hair, he pushed it back and off of his face. “What?”

Jensen cleared his throat. “Nothing. Still just wondering how I managed to bag the sexiest beast in all of Texas.”

Jared clutched at his chest in mock annoyance. “I am only a beast where it counts, Mr. Ackles; and that would be in between the sheets.” Jared wiggled his eyebrows, causing Jensen to giggle. The laugh quickly turned into a short cough, and Jared rushed over to his boyfriend, placing both of his hands on Jensen’s shoulders. “Jen? Are you okay?”

Jensen straightened up, wiping his hand across his face. “Nah, I’m good, babe. Are you ready to go?”

Jared stepped back, surveying Jensen. He now realized just how pale Jensen looked, and that there seemed to be dark circles underneath his eyes. “I don’t know, I think maybe we should stay home.” Jared held Jensen’s face in his hands. “If you’re coming down with something, I don’t want you out and about.”

Jensen sighed. “Jay, I promise. I’m fine! Besides, it’s date night. And you said we have reservations-“

“Reservations can be canceled, Jen.”

“That is so not the point that I am trying to make, and you damn well know it.” Jensen reached out, cupping Jared’s chin in his hand. “You’ve been excited for this date night for days. We are going out.” Jensen grabbed Jared’s hand in his. “We are going to have a nice time, and then we are going to come home and have mind-blowing sex that reminds the neighbors that they live next to two young dudes who like to bang.”

Jared smiled. “Well if that’s how the night is going to end, let’s get a fucking move on!” Jared led Jensen out the door, turning to lock it behind them. “I made reservations at the steak joint just down the road. It’s a nice night, figured we could walk?”

Jensen tried to hide how tired he suddenly was; the thought of walking was absolutely draining. He smiled at Jared’s questioning glance. “Sounds great.” Moving down the stairs, Jensen stumbled slightly again, Jared’s hand shooting out to grab his elbow.

“Jen?”

Jensen gritted his teeth. “I’m fine, Jay. Promise.”

Jared shook his head, but continued to follow Jensen down the stairs and outside their apartment building. As they began to make their way out to the street, Jared found his hand searching for Jensen’s, the two lovers’ fingers catching in the fading light. Jared was in the process of telling Jensen some of his more extreme cases for the day, which usually caused Jensen to laugh. Today, however, Jensen merely smirked at Jared’s excitement as he told of the woman who had been corrupted by Misha in the shop.

“God, Jen. You should have seen the look on her face when Chris and I walked out there. It was priceless!” As Jared talked, he noticed that Jensen had begun to lag behind a few steps, and that Jared had ended up pulling the smaller man behind him. As Jared looked back, he noticed Jensen shiver in place before his eyes began to roll back in his head as his knees buckled.

“Jay-“

“ _JENSEN!”_ Jared moved forward quickly, catching Jensen in his arms. His hands gripped Jensen’s chin, one hand pushing the sweat-drenched hair back from his head. Patting his cheek slightly, Jared let out a frustrated sob as there was only a small moan as Jensen moved his head, his eyes fluttering before remaining closed. “No, Jen. Come on!” Wrapping his arms around Jensen, Jared picked him, cradling him close to his chest. Grateful that they were still very close to home, Jared turned, heading back the few steps to their stairway before beginning the journey up, Jensen safely in his arms. “It’s gonna be okay, babe. I promise. I got ya.”

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Placing Jensen carefully on their bed, Jared stood still for a moment, his full height casting large shadows around the room. He didn’t know what to do. Jensen had seemed fine the night before. Now, as Jared took in his boyfriend, shivering and sweating at the same time, he felt a slight terror grip at him. Should he call an ambulance? Maybe take Jensen to the hospital?

“No….. hospitals, Jay. I told you I was fine.”

“JEN!” Jared tripped over his own feet as he rushed back to the side of the bed, dropping to his knees. His hands instantly cupped Jensen’s face and Jared felt a tear start to break free from his eye as Jensen leaned into his grasp. “You scared the shit out of me, babe! I think I probably should take you in-“

“No, Jay. It’s just a head cold and a little fever-“

“You passed out, Jensen.”

Jensen cringed as he heard Jared use the tone of voice that was usually reserved for their nieces and nephews when they came to visit.

“And when did this all start? You were fine last night, and if you didn’t feel good, why didn’t you say something. I would have-“

Jensen pressed a finger against Jared’s lips. “You would have what? Stayed home and rubbed my feet all day? You have a business to run. Everyone wants a piece of my man’s talent. And I’m a grown man. I can take care of myself.”

Jared stood up, squeezing Jensen’s fingers before releasing them. “Hold on, I’m gonna grab the thermometer quick.” He walked into the bathroom, rummaging around in the cabinet above the sink before he pulled out the little stick. Making his way back to Jensen, he waved the small device in front of his face. “Open up, Jen.”

Jensen glared at Jared, his mouth tightly closed in a firm line.

“Okay, fine. You can be a baby about it. But either way, this is going in you. You’ve got several different holes I can stick it in. If you don’t pick which one you want it in, I’ll decide. But it might not be very satisfying for you.”

Jensen’s glare deepened, before he reluctantly opened his mouth, allowing Jared to slide the thermometer inside.

“All the way back, under the tongue.”

“Jared, this is stupid-“

“Nope. No talking! Otherwise I won’t get an accurate reading.” He pushed his hand underneath Jensen’s chin. “Keep your mouth shut until it beeps.”

Pulling his hand away slightly, Jared let it slowly trail down Jensen’s chest before rubbing it in small circles on the man’s stomach. Letting out a deep breath through his nose, Jensen arched into the touch, a look of content settling on his face. As the thermometer beeped, Jared moved his free hand up to remove it before looking at the little screen.

“101, Jen? Seriously?” Jared shook his head. “But you’re fine, of course. Dumb ass. We need to get some fluids in you. What have you already had to drink today?”

Jensen frowned sheepishly, hiding his head underneath the pillow. “Ihaven’thadanythingtodrinktoday,” he mumbled.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t quite catch that.” Sighing, Jensen picked his head up. “I said I haven’t had anything to drink today.”

A look of frustration crossed Jared’s face. “Well no wonder you passed out!” Jared stood, brushing his hands on his thighs. “Okay, new plan for date night. You’re grumpy, ‘not-sick’ ass is staying in bed.” Jared held up a finger as Jensen opened his mouth to protest.

“Nope. Not one word, Ackles.” Jared pushed Jensen back down into the covers. “Your pretty little ass is going to stay right here. I will return shortly with supplies. You. Sleep.” Jared pressed a kiss into Jensen’s lips before grabbing the comforter and pulling it up around Jensen’s shoulders. “I love you.”

Jensen mumbled a reply as he drifted off to sleep, his body surrounded by warmth; of both the blankets and Jared. The taller man smiled as he gently pulled away and moved back out of the room, closing the door halfway behind him. As he entered the kitchen, Jared stopped for a minute, thinking of what he could do for Jensen. As his fingers twirled around the object in his pocket, a look of disappointment fluttered across his face. His initial plans for date night may have been sidetracked, but he could still make this a night to remember.

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Jensen’s eyes creaked open slightly as he felt something cool move across his forehead. He could hear a soft humming noise coming from above him, and he smiled as he recognized Jared’s deep, rugged voice.

_“Would you go, lassie, go? And we’ll all go together….”_

Jared stopped as he noticed Jensen shifting in his sleep. “Shh, baby. It’s okay. I’ve got you.”

Eyes clearing, Jensen looked on as Jared continued to wipe across his face and arms with a cool, damp cloth. The touch was gentle and calming and Jensen found himself dozing off again before he shook his head, pushing himself up in the bed until he was sitting against the headboard. He looked down at himself, then glanced up at Jared, one eyebrow raised.

“Did you strip me while I was sleeping, Mr. Padalecki?”

Jared’s gaze ran appreciatively up and down Jensen’s body, his eyes taking in the sight of Jensen in a black t-shirt and tight black boxers. “I just thought you might sleep a little better, and it might help you cool down a little bit. And it just so happens that it improves my view, which is something that I can’t help.” He handed Jensen two Tylenol and a glass of orange juice. “Take these and drink this.”

Jensen swallowed the pills before draining half of the glass in one gulp. “Yes, Mom.” Jared shuddered.

“Whoa. Ya know I’m pretty cool with most kinks, but if you’re gonna start calling me Mommy, I might have to rethink this.”

Swatting at Jared, Jensen snorted. “You would never rethink anything with me.” Jensen’s gaze traveled around the room where he noticed the vase of brightly colored flowers on the bedside table. He reached out, a finger gently brushing against the petals. “Jay?”

Blushing, Jared dipped his head. “I saw them at that little stand on the way home, thought you might like them.”

Jensen’s fingers gripped underneath Jared’s chin, pulling the older man into a kiss. “They’re perfect, Jay. I love them.” Jensen’s eyebrows wiggled seductively. “And thanks for the sponge bath. Maybe we can continue that some other time, because, whoa. What a way to wake up.”

Jared pulled back, and Jensen’s eyes widened as he caught sight of the tray that was also sitting on the table beside Jared. A bottle of water, another glass of orange juice, and a large bowl of soup sat atop the tray. Jared shrugged sheepishly. “It’s not the steak that I promised, but hopefully it’s okay.”

Jensen pressed another kiss to the corner of Jared’s mouth. “It’s perfect. God, Jay, you’re perfect.” “Well, I’m glad that you think that because I kind of have something I wanted to ask you.”

A questioning look flew across Jensen’s face. “Anything, babe. You know that.”

Jared cleared his throat. “Okay, yeah. Right.” Nodding his head, Jared stood up from the bed, swinging his arms back and forth as if pumping himself up. “I thought this would be easier, but man.”

“Christ, Jay. Just spit it out! You’re starting to make me nervous.”

“Have you ever thought about changing your name?”

Jensen appeared taken aback as he tried to process Jared’s question. “Are you saying you want me to change my name?”

Jared sighed loudly. “No,” he breathed deeply, his bangs flying out of his face. “God, this was so much smoother in my head.” Jared’s long fingers reached into the pocket of his sleep pants, pulling out a small black box.

“Actually, you know what? Yes. I want you to change your name. Not your first name of course. I love the name Jensen, it’s a good, strong name-“

“Jared?” Jensen’s arm reached out, his hand grasping Jared’s tightly in his own. “You’re rambling.”

“Damn it, Jen. I’m rambling because that’s what I do when I’m around you. Ever since that first Thursday night, when you came into my shop, rain water running down your face. Ever since then, I always find myself rambling around you. And I get butterflies in my stomach when you walk into the room. And I stutter my words, and I blush. Which is absolutely ridiculous for someone my age and my size. I just love you so god damn much.”

Hitting his knee beside the bed, Jared fumbled with the box in his hand, opening it to reveal a thin, Titanium black band. “And when I think about where I want to be in five years, or a year, or hell, even tomorrow, I don’t care where it is. As long as you’re by my side.”

The hand that wasn’t held tightly in Jared’s grasp moved up to cover Jensen’s mouth, a breathless moan of surprise escaping him. “Jay?”

“So, yeah. I want you to change your name. But, because I’m selfish, I want you to give up your own name and take mine.” Hand trembling, Jared held up the box. “I want you to be a Padalecki. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. And I really want you to marry me.”

Jensen looked at Jared, a tear slipping out of his eye as he stared at the love of his life. Moving quickly, Jensen grabbed Jared by the collar of his t-shirt, hauling him up into the bed with him. Attacking his mouth, Jensen licked along the seam of Jared’s lips until he was granted access into the hot caverns of the taller man’s mouth. Tasting Jared’s moan on his own breath, Jensen pushed his tongue inside, running it along Jared’s teeth. The kiss grew, passion and hunger winning as the two lovers battled for dominance. After several moments, Jensen pulled back, leaving a stunned Jared still straddling him on the bed.

“Wait.” Jensen’s face appeared concerned. “If I become a Padalecki, does that make me Polish now?”

“Does that mean your answer is a yes?”

Jensen smiled. Jared let out an excited yell before diving back in, lips pressing against every space of Jensen’s face that he could reach. Jensen began laughing, his lips looking for Jared’s own.

“That would be a hell yes.”

**Author's Note:**

> Thanks for reading! Kudos and comments are like cookies. They taste so good and I greatly appreciate them!


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